Traveling to Orlando with my son's baseball team was memorable for all of us: my son, his baseball buddies, his step mom Katie, the other parents and me.
Katie and I traveled together with my son, the rest of the team and another mom, Pam. The team always stays in hotel rooms together and parents stay wherever.
Being smart, economic travelers, Katie, Pam and I shared one room. To Katie and me our friendship has become normal and something we’re pretty proud of. We do lots of stuff together and some people even think we're mother/daughter (yes, I would be the mother of that mother/daughter team). And most of our friends think it's great. But apparently my son is not as comfortable with it as we assumed.
On the last night of the trip (which was very fun. We visited Cocoa Beach. Love saying that. Cocoa Beach), my son and his buddy, Jordan, needed to stay in our room because team funds didn't cover costs for the boys to stay in their own rooms that last night. We figured this was no big deal and we’d have plenty of space, including sleeping because we had a pull out couch in addition to two double beds. Not a lot of walking space after all our suitcases were strewn about, but who cares? We were only going to be in the room together for something like six hours. Notta biggie, we'll manage, it's cheap.
We didn't actually announce sleeping scenarios because I think we all assumed who would sleep where: Jordan and Pam (mother/son) would sleep in one double bed; I’d sleep in a bed with my own son; and Katie would sleep on the pull out couch. No problem. Perfectly logical. Nothing to fret about.
However, apparently we hadn't all assumed the same scenario. As we were getting situated on that last night, my son blurted out in a mild state of panic, “My mom and my step mom are NOT sleeping in the same bed!”
Wow. Poor kid. I wonder how long that had been weighing on his mind?
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